PACIFIC OCEAN (April 10, 2013) Aviation Ordnanceman Airman Isia Washington, from Atlanta, directs as an MH-60S Sea Hawk helicopter from the Eightballers of Helicopter Sea Combat Squadron (HSC) 8 lands on the flight deck aboard the aircraft carrier USS John C. Stennis (CVN 74). The John C. Stennis Carrier Strike Group is deployed to the U.S. 7th Fleet area of responsibility conducting maritime security operations and theater security cooperation efforts. (U.S. Navy Photo by Mass Communication Specialist Seaman Apprentice Ignacio D. Perez/Released)
PACIFIC OCEAN (April 10, 2013) An MH-60S Sea Hawk helicopter from the Eightballers of Helicopter Sea Combat Squadron (HSC) 8 carries ordnance from the aircraft carrier USS John C. Stennis (CVN 74) to the Military Sealift Command fast combat support ship USNS Bridge (T-AOE 10) during a weapons transfer. John C. Stennis is deployed to the U.S. 7th Fleet area of responsibility conducting maritime security operations and theater security cooperation efforts. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Katarzyna Kobiljak/Released)
“Oh screw you, you’re acting like you’ve never seen me do something nice for someone before.” Helena made her way down the stairs from the hallway to her apartment. Normally, she didn’t mix up Lydia in her social life, it was a bad idea and everybody around her knew it. But today — albiet her prior forgotten plans — she needed to. Her little brother was at college, her older brother at work, her parents out of the house, so babysitting duty was on her today.
Naturally, the last thing anybody usually imaged in Helena’s arms was a kid. Especially with her strange array of hobbies. Covered from head to toe in ink, and happy to flip off anybody who told her she couldn’t do something, Helena was a special type of aunt. And sure — she had a sneaky flask on her at all times, but at least her system was relatively clean of anything hardcore. The eightball in her bag would just have to wait.
“Look how happy they are to see you!” Helena spoke to the little girl on her hip, Lydia playing with a crystal pendant hanging from around Helena’s neck. “Let’s pretend we didn’t ruin today’s plans, huh? How’s getting hammered in the playground sound?” Of course, she was joking. For Lydia’s sake anyway.